The Dillon tribune., 1887-10-28

done. lie spent the day with Laura, got
charming scolding for his cXtra> yance,
and had to walk home.
That night he strolled into the Palette
club about II o'clock, and found Trevor
sitting by himself in the smoking room
drinking hook and scltzer.
"W'cll, Alan. did you get the picture
finished all right?'' he said. a3 he lit his
cigarette
'.Finishcd and framed. my boy!' an
swcrcsl Trevor. land, by TIC by. yo'' have
made q conquest. That old Iao'.Ii you
saw is quite devoted to you. flad to tell
him nll about you-who you are. where
got; live what your income is. what pros
poets yov have''-
s.My dear Alan" cried Hughic, Il shall
probably fin! him waiting for Inc when
20 home. But of course you arc onl!
Joking. Poor old beggarl Iwisl, could
! do something for him. think it is dread.
full that any one should be SO miserable.
l have got heaps of old clothes at home
do you think he would care for any OF
them? Why, his rags were falling to
| bits"
s'Dut he looks splendid in them," said
| Trevor. ''Iwouldn't paint him in a frock
coat for anything. What you call rags
call romance. What seems poverty to
you is pcturesqueness to me. However,
I'll tell him Of your offer"
"Alan," sail Ilughic seriously. ''you
painters are hcartless lot
'An artists heart is his head,' replied
Trevor; "and besides, our business is to
realize the world as We see it, not to re-
form it as we know it. A chacun son
meter. And now tell me how Laura is.
HIo p11 1o1 Sv,fn fn1 in
her."
"You don't mean to say you talked to
him about herr" said Hughie.
Certainly did. He knows all about
the relentless colonel, the lovely damscl
and the e1O.OOO."
"You told that old beggar all my pri-
vate affairs!' cried Hughic, looking very
red and angry.
'My dear boy said Trevor. smiling,
''that old beggar, as you call him. is enc
Of the richest men in Europe. He could
buy all London Tomorrow without over
drawing his account. We hrs "A house in
every capital, dimes off gold plates. and
can prevent Krssi. going to W; wEe.. he
chooses"
"What OH earth do you ncans'' cx-
claimed Hughic.
"What say" said Trevor. Tho old
man you saw today was Baron HaEsEer::
He is great friend of mine, buys al! III,
pictures and that sort Of thing, and gave:
me u commission q month ago to r:::at
him as q beggar. Que voulez vous: LII
fantastic dun lnillionnaire! And | must
say he made a magnificent figure in h;
rags, or perhaps should say in my rags;
they are an old suit got in Spain.''
"Baron Hausberg!' cried Hughie.
Tt
eign!" and he sank into an armchair the
picture of dismay.
"Gave him o sovereign" shouted Trc-
vor, and he burst into roar of laughter.
''My dear boy, you'll never sec it again.
Son affaire c'est largent des ,.utres.''
II think you might have told me,
Alan," said Hughie sulkily, land not let
mtmake such fool Of myself
"Well, to begin with, Hughic,' said
Trevor 'it never entered my mind that
you went about distributing aims in that
reckless way. I can understand your
kissing pretty model, but your giving
q sovereign to an ugly one-by Jove,
no! Besides, the fact is that 1 really
was not ut home today to any one; and
when you came in didn't know whether
Hausberg would like his name men,
toned. You know he wasn't in full dress. !"
"What duffer he must think mcv'
said Hughie.
mot at all. lie was in the highest
spirits after you left; kept chuckling to
himself and rubbing his old wrinkled
hands together. couldn't make out why
he was SO interested to know all about
you; but see it all now. He'll invest
Your sovereign for you, Hughie, pay you
the interest every six months and have a
capital story to tell after dinner.''
II am an unlucky DEVIL" growletl
Hughie. 1.-The best thing can 10 is to
go to bed; and, my dear Alan, you mustn't
tell any one. l shouldn't dare to show
my face in the row."
Nonsense! 1t reflects the highest
credit on your philanthropic spirit Hughie,
and don't run away. Have another
cigarette and you can talk about Laura
rs much rs you like
However Hughie wouldn't stop, but
walked home feeling very unhappy and
leaving Alan Trevor in fits of laughter.
The next morning. as he was at break
fast. the servant brought him up card
on which was written, Monsieur Gus
tave Nautlin, de In part dc NJ. lc Baron
Hausbe:g.' II suppose he has come for
an apology said Hughie to himself, and
he told the strvant to show the visitor up.
An old gentleman with gold spectacles
and gray hair came into the room and
said in slight French accent: ''Have !
the honor Of addressing NJ. Hugh Err.
skine:"
Hughie bowed.
II have come from Baron Hausberg,' u
he continued. The baron''--
Il beg, sir, that you will offer him my
sincere apologies" said Hughic.
''The baron," said the old gentleman
with smile, ''has commissioned INC te
bring you this letter. and he handed
Hughie sealed envelope.
On the outside was written: "a we'd